I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.
The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!
There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing.